Happy Cat came into my life about 9 years ago. I lived in a small town that if you blinked you would drive right through it. I had an apartment on the upper floor above a computer store. On either side of the computer store there were two bars. Sometimes on a summer evening I would come down the stairs and sit in the door way to the entrance of my apartment. I would watch the people walk by as they left one bar and walked into another.
I had befriended a stray cat. He would come and sit by me for a while and then he would leave and go on his way. I
called him Mr. Stray, I guessed him to be around
2 years old, maybe a little younger. I always made sure there was food out so he could eat.
One chilly October evening I heard a cat crying at my apartment door. I looked around and my guys were all with me. Not sure why a cat was at my door. So I went to see who was there. When I opened my door to my surprise Mr. Stray was there. He had never done that before. I did not even know he would climb the stairs. I opened the door and said hi Mr. Stray, He looked at me, I asked would you like to come in. He walked in and he never left.
He was not afraid of the dogs, he made himself right at home. It was like he knew winter was coming and he wanted a home.
As I got to know him better, he was such a happy cat and had such a nice personality. So I started calling him Happy Cat. I’m guessing he is somewhere around 10 years old and still just as sweet as ever.
